Moaning The Blues

Moaning the Blues - Memphis Minnie

Written by：M. McCoy

Oh the blues got ways

Sometimes just like a natural man

Oh the blues got ways

Sometimes just like a natural man

I don't care which away you turn

They always is on your hands

Won't you tell me baby

How come you don't come back home

Won't you tell me baby

How come you don't come back home

I lay down last night

With my back door open all night long

Here come the blues this mornin'

Just 'fore day they shut my door

Here come the blues this mornin'

Just 'fore day they shut my door

But the Lord forgive me

I won't have them things no more

This mornin'

Setting on the side of my bed

This mornin'

Blues sat on the side of my bed

They done come brought you a letter

For your plumb good man fell dead

Blues what must I do

Hmmmmmmmmm

Hmmm

Hmmmmmm